Yesterday was St David’s day. I think my first encounter with the Welsh language was seeing ‘Aberystwyth’ on the destination boards on the carriages of trains that went past our house in West Middlesex. I just couldn’t then work out how it made a word you could say. Fortunately I didn’t miss out on encountering more of a language with the same dark beauty as shining wet slate. Maybe this’ll be a retirement project: learn Welsh.
Yesterday, Aberystwyth, nice place, sea relatively benign so far.
Lectionary… Psalm 99… When God doesn’t seem to be in charge so much, is just saying “the Lord is king” enough?